From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 617 - : 324 Judging by Appearance (First Update)
Chapter 617: 324 Judging by Appearance (First Update)
After paying the fee, Tao Qian took Ming Jing back to the operating room.
“Uncle Tao, consider the money as a loan from me, and I’ll treat you and Auntie to dinner another day.”
“You’re being too polite with me, child.” Tao Qian shook his head and laughed.
Ming Jing turned to look at him: “Uncle Tao, did you just finish your shift?”
“Yes, for us doctors, it’s impossible to have a fixed schedule. You don’t know how many times your Auntie Wu has been upset because of this.”
Ming Jing smiled: “Aunt Wu will understand.”
“It’s true that I haven’t been fair to her. I’m so busy with work, and I haven’t had much time to spend with her and our daughter. Recently, there was an opportunity to go abroad for further studies in a research base, but after considering it, I think it’s better not to be too greedy. Balancing family and career is impossible.”
As a mature man, there were many words he would rather keep in his heart, and not to share even with his closest friends. Somehow, facing this girl who was around the same age as his daughter, he felt relaxed and shared the thoughts he had been keeping to himself.
After speaking, he suddenly felt lighter, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
Ming Jing smiled, “Uncle Tao, honesty is important between husband and wife. How can you know if Aunt Wu won’t support you if you don’t say anything?”
Tao Qian hesitated for a moment, then shook his head with a bitter smile: “Living apart for two years is a huge test for any couple.”
“Is it that you don’t trust yourself or Aunt Wu? Some things, if you don’t say them, others will never know.”
When they reached the entrance to the operating room, Ming Jing said, “Uncle Tao, you should go now, so you don’t keep Dr. Han waiting.”
Tao Qian left, his face filled with thoughts.
Ming Jing sat down on a plastic bench outside the operating room, her long skirt elegantly trailing on the floor. It seemed all the noise had disappeared, and the dim light spilled like moonlight.
One by one, the Buddhist beads rolled gently over her glowing fingertips, like calm loops of time.
When Yun Mo arrived, this was the scene he saw.
The young girl resembled a quiet, serene lotus flower, far away from the noise and chaos of the world, transcendent and ethereal.
He was afraid that even a slight sound would disturb her.
She resembled the most exquisite ink painting, with simple black and white colors that surpassed the myriad of colors in the world.
Yun Mo, who had always been hard-hearted and walked out of the bullet rain, couldn’t help but soften his heart for this girl.
No wonder the young master was so worried about her; she was nothing like those vulgar girls.
Yun Mo walked over with big strides: “Ms. Ming Jing?”
The young girl raised her eyes at the sound, her clear, sharp eyes filled with a gentle smile, reminiscent of a warm breeze in spring, washing away all weariness and pain.
Ming Jing stood up: “Hello, may I ask who you are?”
Such politeness, and such natural grace in her behavior, put others at ease.
Yun Mo coughed, surprised at his own gentleness. “I’m a friend of Xiao Fei’s brother. His brother heard that Xiao Fei was new to Jiangzhou and asked me to take care of him. I’m sorry for the trouble.”
Ming Jing smiled: “I see. Xiao Fei is also my friend. Taking care of him is what friends are for. He has acute appendicitis, but don’t worry, it won’t affect his health.”
“I know. It’s already late, Ms. Ming Jing, you can go back and rest. I’ll watch over him here.”
If this girl really left, then the young master should give up on the idea of being with her. She didn’t have a place for him in her heart.
Ming Jing gently shook her head: “I’ll wait for him to come out.”
Yun Mo raised his eyebrows, a hint of interest flickering in his eyes.
This girl’s actions were truly unpredictable. No matter what she did, she gave no indication of scheming, as if everything she did was right and natural. If only she had feelings for the young master, how wonderful it would be.
——The small alley diagonally across from the hospital is commonly known as Barbecue Street, which bustles with noise and excitement every evening.
Tao Qian found the old spot and sat down, and Han Ye immediately filled his glass with wine.
“I know what you’re really thinking—it’s the fear of leaving your wife and child behind, right? But, Old Tao, this is a rare opportunity. Berens Laboratory, as a top international medical laboratory, is openly recruiting research talent, and numerous countries are eyeing this opportunity. If you want to walk down the research path, you can’t miss this chance. I have a college classmate who came out of Berens Laboratory; I’ll give him a heads-up. With your talent, you’ll definitely get in. Over the years, you’ve given up too much for your family… Go home and discuss it with your siblings, and don’t rush to a conclusion. There’s still half a month left, anyway.”
Cheng Wei looked at Han Ye in surprise, “You actually have such an amazing college classmate? How come I’ve never heard of it before?”
Han Ye took a sip of the wine and sighed, “If I mention it, you’ll definitely be familiar with this person. Just a few days ago, during our teaching and research meeting, Professor Xu mentioned him too.”
Cheng Wei stared blankly, his voice changing, “Dr. Bo? Your college classmate is Dr. Bo?”
Han Ye scoffed, “See, when we were in college, we were on equal grounds. But as soon as you mention Bo Yuxun, everyone goes crazy.”
“Oh my god, it’s really Dr. Bo—he’s the idol of all our surgeons. Old Han, I can’t believe you were college classmates with him!” Cheng Wei’s eyes were filled with excitement as if he was about to meet his idol, nothing like a 30-something-year-old second-in-command of surgery.
Han Ye rolled his eyes, “Not only were we college classmates, but we also grew up as brothers. Why don’t you worship me?”
Cheng Wei clicked his tongue, “You’ve hung around with Dr. Bo, yet you didn’t learn any of his elegance and composure. I saw Dr. Bo performing the most famous heart transplant surgery abroad. His skills were simply superb, known as the ‘Hand of God’. Even with massive bleeding, he remained calm and turned the tables on death. That’s just so awesome! That kind of temperament…cannot be imitated by ordinary people.”
What makes Dr. Bo so exceptional? Many people have studied this. First, his technique—too elegant and calm. Second, his psychological resilience—as if Mount Tai were collapsing in front of him, his face remains unchanged. All these qualities are essential for a surgeon.
Han Ye is not too bad either. As the top surgeon in Jiangzhou and a well-known figure in the medical world, he still falls short when compared to Dr. Bo.
It could be the difference in looks, as looks do matter in this world.
Unless Han Ye gets plastic surgery, he won’t be able to surpass Dr. Bo in this lifetime.
Reality is ruthless; some have already lost at the starting line.
Han Ye sighed, “Just look, people are so superficial, only seeing his face. When we were in college, a group of young girls would chase after him. I would receive love letters every day, and my hands would get sore from holding them. Whenever a girl approached me, she would eventually ask about Bo Yuxun. Why is my fate so miserable, having such a brother!”
Speaking of the past brings forth a stream of bitter tears. Han Ye is a successful man, not bad-looking either, but he’s approaching forty and still single.
For years, he has topped the list of eligible single men in the medical field, yet he remains lonely. And why is that?
It’s all because of Bo Yuxun.
Once, a little temptress bewitched Han Ye, making him vow to marry no one but her, only for her to turn around and throw herself into Bo Yuxun’s arms. Han Ye was dumbfounded.
Were these sweet nothings just a diversionary tactic?
From that moment on, Han Ye was left with a deep psychological scar and never trusted women again.
“Hehe, Old Han, you’re not bad, either. Why do you have to compare yourself to Dr. Bo? There’s only one Dr. Bo in this world. Drink up, drink up! Old Tao, you too, don’t think too much. We won’t stop until we’re drunk tonight!”
——
The lights in the operating room went off, and Yun Mo straightened up immediately.
He saw the young girl opposite him slowly standing up.
This girl always took her time, whether speaking or doing things. Even if the sky fell, her expression would probably remain unchanged. How could someone so young develop such composure?
It truly was a mystery.
The door of the operating room opened, and a nurse wheeled Qu Feitai out.
The youth’s eyes were tightly closed, his face pale, his former exuberance gone, leaving only a sense of defeat like a fallen leaf.
The nurse had received the notice early on—Dr. Han had personally instructed her to take this patient to his department.
A VIP single room.
As the nurse hooked up an IV drip for Qu Feitai, Ming Jing listened to her instructions and medications, noting everything down carefully.
